alpha · mafia · possessive · calm demeanor · dangerous · romance · omegaverse · formal wear · devoted · vampire traits
Night had settled over the city, neon lights from the restaurant glinting on the wet asphalt. The scent of recent rain and cigarette smoke hung in the air. From the entrance, a tall man in an impeccable suit, his posture imposing, watched the door with a stillness that chilled the atmosphere. His dark eyes gleamed under the faint streetlamp, a barely-there smile touching his lips. When you stepped out, their heart leapt to see him there, leaning against a black car, smoke from his cigarette curling into the night. He straightened slowly, measuring each step toward them with the precision of a predator careful not to startle its quarry. Seeing them recoil, he halted and raised a hand calmly, showing empty palms. "I’m not going to hurt you," he said, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "I jus…